Quick Update. And, Happy Mother’s Day!
I finally got around to adding some photos to the last couple of months’ archives. Most recent are here in May though I did update April and March as well.
I had a great Mother’s Day but since I can generally stand-up to pee it seems as if the main point might have been missed. Kerri started off the day by cooking a lovely brunch for us and our closer neighbors. In effect all of the guys were let “off the hook” because she really wanted to hang with the girls and eat what she wanted to make. Darin and I knew that she wanted to have the brunch at my place so we offered to cook, clean, blah. But Kerri’s issue was, she likes to eat what she likes to cook (and how she prepares things) so we were shut down. That might sound convenient but it’s kinda not because, well, it’s Mother’s Day and Kerri is a Mom (times two!) so she shouldn’t ought to have had to done jack shit. Whatever. Us dads tried to keep the kids away from the Moms so they could hang out and talk trash, plan our demise, etc.
For the afternoon we scooted out to my mom’s favorite local grub spot where 6 of the 7 siblings, Dad, most of the cousins, inlaws and a few birds and snakes showed up. We (the two-celled beings called husbands) did a pretty good job of keeping the kids and ourselves out of the way so the girls could have a reasonable time. From what I could tell it seemed as if they had a good time and in this case that was the point.
Evening came quickly and the neighborhood men snatched the kids while sending our better halves out [window] shopping. We cooked up a simple dinner here, ripped beers from Matt’s place and a few kid’s-skull-meets-driveway moments later, the ladies were home (Personal Timeline: This is the time Abby rolled off the back of the motorcycle Matthew was driving and thumped her little head on the concrete).
That’s about it. For the relatives who read this site… Ben is in a very cute phase right now (mixed with Terrible Two’s) and Abigail is sweeter than pure Hawaiian Cane Sugar. Kerri works harder than ever to make our home operate while I’m worth less as a human than I was in 2005. We’re all so darn predictable.
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